O Som ao Redor

Dinho:
Hello.

Clodoaldo:
You little f***ing thief. The street now has security, you bastard. Try to bugler a car now. I'll kill you scumbag.

Dinho:
You come to my house, to ask me if I f***ed around with some girl's car. Your girl's car. Who got f***ed around last night: the car or her?

Tio Anco:
Do you carry weapons, Clodoaldo?

Clodoaldo:
To be honest, I can't really say yes and I can't really say no. But I'll show you our best weapon, which is this: a cell-phone. Me and the boys have all the contacts we need.

Jo?o:
So, worst-case scenario, you throw the mobile at the bad guy, is that it?

Clodoaldo:
Mr. Jo?o, please...

Jo?o:
Then you run home and get the real thing. I'm just trying to understand.

Clodoaldo:
I get it, I get it.

Mirela:
[abrutply entering the room] Tell this idiot to not call at this hour.

Dinho:
F***, Mirella. What if I was naked in here?

Mirela:
Big f***ing deal. I've seen you jerking off already.

Dinho:
Good evening. Did you see anybody using that phone there?

Clodoaldo:
Man, some guy made a call, what, five, ten minutes...

Dinho:
Hey, look. Did you guys call me?

Clodoaldo:
No, sir. No one here knows you, who are you?

Dinho:
You don't know me, but you should. Look, this street right here, belongs to my family. Yeah, big people, with money. This is no favela, man. And this is no favela pay phone either, for poor people. This pay phone is not located in a favela, and it's not a "take-leave" message type of phone either.

Fernando:
You shouldn't talk to us like that, doctor.

Dinho:
I'm no doctor, man, nor patient. If I find out that you called me, you're all f***ed. Good night.

Dinho:
Where's Sophia?

Jo?o:
Yeah, we broke up, man.

Dinho:
Oh, man. That's too bad. I liked her.

Jo?o:
Yeah, so did I. It was great. But she has some other story, somewhere else.